Randomly random. An artistic picture: Sheryl's hair & MY eye. (:


I saw this pretty boy in the train on the way home just now. Everyone who knows me WELL knows that I've got this thing about pretty boys. Anyway, he was one of the prettiest boy I've ever seen. (okay, don't talk abt wu zun. I've never seen him before) Boy, you should see the way he held the pole, the way he holds his mobile, the way he speaks, the way he stood- folding his arms.. I felt super, uber disgusted mannnn. I think he's truly a gay. Are all pretty boys like that?! ):

Oh and my supervisor told me that I could work in the centre as some sort of a Special Needs teacher. She said she'll let me go for an interview to see if I'm ready to take up that challenge, which I am so damn happy to hear! Although these challenges can sometimes seem quite daunting and gthe results, often far from instant, I really crave for a meaningful professional life and a career that is truly rewarding and heart-warming. It's like everything's been path-ed for me. My supervisor's recommending me a job to my liking even before graduation! Can you believe it? [:

QUAI LER DEEEEE (HAPPILYYYY)- people from choir should know what i'm talking about. :D